Saturday, February 18, 2006

Shattered Glass


Shattered Glass
Originally uploaded by inspirex.
What you see above is the state I found my car in when I left the office yesterday.

Interestingly enough, none of the guards at The Forum saw anything happen, no one heard any sounds and the last time I checked, I had no enemies. If at all anything fell from the building under construction that is directly opposite, some

What surprises me is that out of all the cars parked in the lane that has the entrance the office block at the forum, only mine was damaged. (im not hoping the others were damaged, but if they were, atleast I would have known it wasnt just me!).

My car was parked between the Office block entrance and the level one parking entrance, facing the wall. The security supervisor is as confused about this as I am.

Anyway, the security surveillance tapes will be checked today. I dont know what to expect or wish for. If someone broke the screen, I have something to worry about. If it broke on its own (which doesn’t quite make sense) I have to dish out cash. Catch 22.

Also reminds me of the movie Shattered Glass (or was it Broken Glass?) about a journalist named Stephen Glass. Great movie.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Its been a while...

Ok. So here I am, back to my old blogging board. Ill take advantage to scribble soem stuff that been on my head for the past few days, and considering the attendance at my workplace is thin (in the 60% range), ill just take advantage of the time i have at my hand.
 
First up, i cant tell you all how happy i am. I love Gmail for more than its memory now (well, in addition to the light interface and easy organizing tools). It has GoogleTalk within the standard inbox. Why i appreciate this you ask? Well, to start off with, our workpace does not allow any sort of IMs, no lite version, no web version, nothing. Im happy knowing that this works, but i also know that these guys are seriously so good, they'll come up with a way to block that too. For that, i hate them.
 
What next...the strike...
Why the hell dont these self proclaimed custodians of religion understand that what they are doing is only causibng damage to the property and prestige (if there is any) of muslims. When abused, both verbally and physically, the Prophet (Peace Be Upon Him) said "Let them be, they do not know". End of story. If He can forgive, why cant we?
 
I so wanna go home right now, because I know for certain that after Friday prayers, things might go bad.
 
About the cricket series, I have no comment. Is it even worth a comment?
 
I guess ill get back when there is more ti be said, or rather when im in the typing phase. I just want to run now.
 
Run, run hard, run long. There are so many things I want to run from, so few to run to. Is that normal?
 
Yesterday, I was speaking to someone, who was talking about compromises in life, and crying upon them. There are so many things id cry out for, if only they could be fixed.
 
I died last year, this year, I shall die again. I am preparing my escape, knowing what will hit me, I am slowly and painfully, distancing myself. Learning from my vulnerability, knowing my state. I know I will die, but i intend to make as quick a rbirth as possible. It is tough. There are hardly any words between us now. There is hardly anything to be said.
 
A good sign is that another old good friend has come back from a long herbernation/vacation. Its pleasant to get back to talking biryani with you buddie.
 
Another friend from out of town!!! I have an increasing number of out of town friends now..:D and I turned her into a blogger too...:P
 
And another one of my Lahore friends is getting married!!! i missed oen guys wedding, better make it to this one. I think ill hand that old guy a wedding present too. Thats was due.
 
Thats all for now. Tummy grumbles, I hungry, looking for something to eat...sadly, supermarket closed....
waaa!!!!!

Sunday, February 05, 2006

My Immortal...

I'm so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave.
Because your presence still lingers here,
And it wont leave me alone...

These wounds won't seem to heal,
This pain is just too real.
There's just too much that time cannot erase...

When you'd cried i'd, wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream i'd, fight away all of your fears.
And i've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me.

You used to captivate me,
By your resonating light.
Now i'm bound by the life you left behind.
Your face it haunts, my once pleasant dreams.
Your voice it chased away, all the sanity in me.
These wounds wont seem to heal...
This pain is just too real,
There's just too much that time cannot erase.

When you'd cried i'd, wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream i'd, fight away all of your fears.
And i've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me.

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone,
But though you're still with me...
I've been alone all along.

When you'd cried i'd, wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream i'd, fight away all of your fears.
And i've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me.

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Evanescence

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Knowing or not

What do you say when someone asks you how much time you want to spend with them? How do you tell them that you'd spend all the time in the world with them? How do you tell them that they mean the world to you? That you'd like to steal seconds in time to see the smile, ever so gentle, ever so soft. How do you tell them that one smile freshens you mind, body and soul more effectively than a day in paradise. How do you tell someone how much you mean to them?
 
How do you love someone to countless shreds of your own existence and actually get taken seriously? How many oceans do you need to cross to mean someone special in someones life?
 
She asked me how over the phones much time I wanted to spend.
 
People tell me I know things.
What do i know?
What does she know?

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